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Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Creative Challenge #124 - Trickle Down

Well you could say that our relationship was reduced now to a mere trickle, yes it was definitely trickling down. Here I am packing my bags and thinking how much better it would have been if he had not met Tangerine. No, it was not a fancy for fruit - that was her name.

I had moved in with George and we were getting on so well. Our feelings were torrential at the beginning. I could compare him to a fresh rain after a hot day, or was it night, yes, let’s say night.

“I just can’t get enough of you” he would say after an exhausting, but passionate few hours together. I was saturated by his love, it would sweep over me in waves of enjoyment. That was, of course, before he met Tangerine.

Tangerine was like a fruit salad with too much lemon; sugary sweet when you got to know her, but left a bitter taste afterwards. Of course, George found her just perfect. One of his favourite deserts was lemon sorbet, so I suppose he did not notice the sharpness of her methods.

I was now ready to go, leave our apartment that we had shared for almost a year. He was away for the week-end, with Tangerine of course. He had confessed to me that his future life would be with Tangerine. She was the love of his life. What could I do? I cried an ocean after he left and now I was alone in our one time love nest, wiping the tears from my eyes and making room for his Tangerine dream.

I was just leaving, but there was something I had to do. I could not just leave without giving him a memory of the floods of emotion we had experienced together.

I went to the bathroom and turned on the taps. At first the water was trickling down, but then I opened them as far as I could. It was a real waterfall, already splashing against the sides of the bath and so I left, to start my life anew. I was sure the deluge he would find on his return would keep him and Tangerine busy for a few hours.

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Grew up in the East End of London, which means I am a cockney. After a commercial course at school and working around the city of London as shorthand-typist, I moved over to Switzerland and worked 2 years in an import export company in Zürich. Moved on to work for Robert Bosch in Solothurn and met Mr. Swiss. 2 children later and many years I am still in Switzerland. In the meanwhile worked for 30 years for a Swiss machine tool company as export clerk, am bilingual (english/German(Swiss German), speak French, Italian, Russian. Am now retired and enjoying my hobbies, photography, writingm Tai Chi and looking after 3 cats that decided to move in with me.